Columbidae (Photo credit: Iñaki Mateos)
Feral pigeon (Columba livia). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Today, I’m not going to write about gang stalking, but I will write about stalking. We targets all need time off from thinking about gang stalking.
I’m being stalked by a pigeon. I know that sounds funny, but it’s true. Let me tell you how it began.
Whenever I go grocery shopping, I’ll take a break and have something to eat while sitting outside, and enjoy the fresh air. Most of the times what I eat is a sandwich, and a lot of times, I don’t finish the sandwich and throw it out. I began to think that this is a waste of food while there are millions of people all over the world starving.
When I sit down, there are always a lot of pigeons around. So I began feeding the pigeons whatever I had left of my sandwich. Sometimes I didn’t eat a sandwich, and the birds waited for me to throw them something. I felt bad not throwing them something to eat, so I began buying seeds for the birds to eat.
As soon as the birds saw me coming, they came flying from everywhere. One day I noticed that one of the pigeons had plastic on its claws. I tried to get close to the pigeon to remove the plastic, but the pigeon would not let me near him. And for weeks, I saw the poor pigeon with plastic on its claws.
One day, the pigeon showed up with no claws. His claws had been removed. It looks like what our feet would look like if we had our toes removed. I really felt bad I couldn’t help the pigeon.
Anyway, every time I threw food, the de-clawed pigeon had trouble getting some of the seeds I threw. I began to throw food toward him to make it easier for him to get some. After a while, he began to edge closer to me because he knew I was trying to help him.
One day, I was sitting on a rock, while waiting for the bus and doing my crossword puzzle, I noticed a pigeon walking around me. I didn’t pay any attention. And the pigeon kept getting closer and shyly edged toward me. I looked up and it was the pigeon I’d tried to help. He shyly sat next to me, and cooed. When the bus came, I ran to get the bus, and didn’t think twice about the pigeon.
I came out of my apartment one day, and guess who was sitting on the railing in front of my door? The pigeon. Ever since then, every time I step out of my apartment, the pigeon is waiting for me.
I don’t know how the pigeon knows where I live. Sometimes I come out of my apartment and stand by my railing, and I’ll see the pigeon on the roof watching me. I can be three to four miles from where I live and the pigeon will show up. So he’s stalking me. So even the birds are stalking me.
But it’s kind of comforting to know someone is watching out for me, even if it’s a pigeon.
I used to think of pigeons as flying rats. I no longer think that. Pigeons are very intelligent creatures. How did the pigeon find me? He must have followed me home. And now he follows me everywhere. Sometimes when I don’t see the pigeon, I wonder if something’s happened to him. I know some day, he’s not going to show up; something will probably happen to him. And when that day comes, I’ll miss the pigeon.
Life is strange, isn’t it? Who thought a pigeon could get attached to a human, and a human to a pigeon?
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